Marlena circled her hands gracefully above the steaming pot, her fingers twirling in the misty, curling vapor. It was her favorite concoction with its spices and herbs so pungent that it would send even the most indomitable man into instant, uncontrollable rapture.
But if ingested...
Oh, if ingested!
He would be hers, would do her bidding, anything she wanted.
But the recipe had to be followed exactly. Any variance of any kind would result in disaster, causing immediate, violent illness and excruciatingly painful death to anyone who consumed it.
Slowly pouring the potion into a mixing bowl with a combination of flour, eggs, and butter, Marlena cautiously stirred the two together. The recipe called for the mixture to be as smooth as possible; no lumps or air bubbles were permitted. She inspected the batter with an extremely critical, trained eye. It wasn't just smooth. It was silk.
2 hours later, she had 6 batches of the most intoxicating muffins ever made by human hands.
"It's almost time," she said aloud. Anticipation tingled effervescently in her stomach. It was almost time.
A tiny door bell jingled from a short distance away.
"Marlena?" a voice called from the front of her home. "Marlena, are you here? It's almost time to go." It was Jeane, her ride.
"Yes, I'm here!" she called. "I'm just finishing up here in the kitchen."
"Ok," said Jeane. "I'll be out in the truck."
Marlena hurriedly but carefully placed her precious muffins in a large basket and covered them with a red checkered cloth. Smoothing her hair and pinching her cheeks, she made her way to her friend's truck. As she managed the basket in her lap, Jeane closed her eyes and drew in a long breath.
"Oh, Lena, they smell divine!"
"Thank you," she said. "They're my special recipe. I came up with it a few months ago."
"Well, the judges are bound to pick them as the State Fair Bake Contest winner this year, I'm sure."
"Here's hoping." But Marlena had bigger plans for these powerful baked goods.
Today, she would conquer the town. Tomorrow, the world.
And if she accidentally ruined a batch or two on the way... Well, the world could use a little less men.
THE END
While you're here, if you have the time, feel free to take a look at the characters I've been working on for #NaNoWriMo (links below). Any comments and / or advice would be greatly appreciated. :)
Profile #1: Estelle Hansley
Profile #2: Robert Oxford
Profile #3: Captain Eldon Whitlaw
Profile #4: Maxine Doyle / Madelyn Hansley
Profile #5: Nolan Hansly
Thanks!
Peace.
Stef.
But if ingested...
Oh, if ingested!
He would be hers, would do her bidding, anything she wanted.
But the recipe had to be followed exactly. Any variance of any kind would result in disaster, causing immediate, violent illness and excruciatingly painful death to anyone who consumed it.
Slowly pouring the potion into a mixing bowl with a combination of flour, eggs, and butter, Marlena cautiously stirred the two together. The recipe called for the mixture to be as smooth as possible; no lumps or air bubbles were permitted. She inspected the batter with an extremely critical, trained eye. It wasn't just smooth. It was silk.
2 hours later, she had 6 batches of the most intoxicating muffins ever made by human hands.
"It's almost time," she said aloud. Anticipation tingled effervescently in her stomach. It was almost time.
A tiny door bell jingled from a short distance away.
"Marlena?" a voice called from the front of her home. "Marlena, are you here? It's almost time to go." It was Jeane, her ride.
"Yes, I'm here!" she called. "I'm just finishing up here in the kitchen."
"Ok," said Jeane. "I'll be out in the truck."
Marlena hurriedly but carefully placed her precious muffins in a large basket and covered them with a red checkered cloth. Smoothing her hair and pinching her cheeks, she made her way to her friend's truck. As she managed the basket in her lap, Jeane closed her eyes and drew in a long breath.
"Oh, Lena, they smell divine!"
"Thank you," she said. "They're my special recipe. I came up with it a few months ago."
"Well, the judges are bound to pick them as the State Fair Bake Contest winner this year, I'm sure."
"Here's hoping." But Marlena had bigger plans for these powerful baked goods.
Today, she would conquer the town. Tomorrow, the world.
And if she accidentally ruined a batch or two on the way... Well, the world could use a little less men.
THE END
While you're here, if you have the time, feel free to take a look at the characters I've been working on for #NaNoWriMo (links below). Any comments and / or advice would be greatly appreciated. :)
Profile #1: Estelle Hansley
Profile #2: Robert Oxford
Profile #3: Captain Eldon Whitlaw
Profile #4: Maxine Doyle / Madelyn Hansley
Profile #5: Nolan Hansly
Thanks!
Peace.
Stef.
Comments
~chris
I'm assuming that none of the judges is female?
I'm hungry now. :)
This was great fun!
Good story. Not sure about the line, 'A tiny door bell jingled from a short distance away.' Seemed a tad out of place to me. Nothing wrong apart from that though.
Just curious, nothing wrong (I enjoyed it)...